her life, in a storage bin

[tapatee]

my storage bin is like a free yard sale. i got ride of my couch, my ironing board (which to this day i don't know why it was even purchased because neither of us i don't think ever used it. i know i didn't.), and i gave away my vacuum. i wanted to get a new one anyways at some point, and my friend's dad was like, "hey, you aren't giving away your vacuum by any chance, are you?" i said, hm. okay. take it. now the area in there looks like i set off a grenade and ran for cover. at some point i will be going back there to try to make it look not so explosive. and maybe with some more rubbermaid bins, because trying to move stuff in plastic bags is annoying. i already have about 15 bins in there as it. oh, and the thing that is currently holding a fuckload of kitchen stuff is broken, so i want to bin that up as well.

it took me a freaking hour to get to work today, in which i legit almost fell asleep five times at the wheel. the start and stop of traffic was like being in a huge metal rocking chair. not good. every time i see a temperpedic commercial, i waaaaaant.

i can't believe thanksgiving is next week. and that means my reunion too. i would just rather sleep through the next month or so.